Good Samaritans, please go away

 Or, what happens when I go out without handlers am disabled in public:


There is snow where a sidewalk should be, and I think.

"Hey!" says a woman. "Hey!" Is she talking to me? I don't know; I'm still trying to find the sidewalk.

She's gotten out of her car, trudges up the hill. "Do you need me to take you home?" 

Because I'm feeling charitable, I assume she means to my house. "No, thanks," I say.

"Are you sure? You looked like you were going to fall over."

"I'm fine." I have never seen this woman before in my life.

Strangers of all genders pull over and offer me rides; they ask me if I'm okay, if I'm sick, and once a man at a restaurant made me sit down at an outdoor table and brought me a glass of water. Most of this stuff happens when I am not, technically, lost. Some visual detail has changed--a car parked on my route, a bit of sidewalk covered with snow--and I'm thinking about how to get around it. It also takes me a while to find doors.

I'm sure these are all very nice people (unless they're not), but...I watch a lot of true crime shows, OK? I am not getting into your GODDAMN CAR WITH YOU. /PSA

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